Poem: Exorcism

My apartment is haunted by a farting ghost

that I love, is a sensual certainty

beating heart batterer, occasionally depending

on the slings and arrows, she coughs fire

facials for me, wrathfully correcting the erection

of confidence unfounded, coiled springs tight

pound impractical timpani orchestras, might as well be

thunder far off, ominously percussive

sign that my trials are only beginning.

Poem: Exorcism

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